With the start of November and my experience on full moon night the gates to the other world had opened up for me. I felt a connection to and the presence of death in the days to come. I know, that there are more people who felt this presence but not everyone would name it... Continue Reading →
Days in November part II – Full moon and the fisherman
It must have been around 3 am when I woke up on my matrass in my sleeping bag and everything was pretty wet on the outside. A chugging little boat approached the bay and kept coming closer. A fisherman appeared on board and seemed to look for a good spot. To me he looked very... Continue Reading →